Silvia Waterborne raised an eyebrow. Oh?
What did Phoebe Harris mean by this? Does she have no say in her daughter's matters now?
Silvia Waterborne looked at Samuel Peary, obviously waiting for him to speak. "The Peary Clan?"
"Evelyn is now a Peary; naturally, she belongs to the Peary Clan."
Samuel Peary was stunned for a long moment. It wasn't until Phoebe Harris nudged him that he snapped back to his senses.
Even when facing Silvia Waterborne, he still said something hurtful.
Clearly, with that statement, he had metaphorically kicked Silvia miles away, insinuating that she would always be an outsider.
"I am Evelyn's mother."
Silvia Waterborne looked at Samuel Peary, unangered by his words.
As if already accustomed to his attitude, Silvia sat upright on the sofa, her aura even more noble than that of young ladies meticulously groomed from birth.
Silvia, like this, truly deserved to be called a Goddess; no wonder she could maintain her standing in the Entertainment Circle.
